I imagine myself senseless bound by curiosity
of dispatch
and curiosity of prostitution in mind
I bring forth white flowers
perching saying acute names
powdered lies on your stagnant body
Your clothes are your skin
minus everything you are
**** in my small hands
I hold everything in the deeper side of you
I feel your childhood fear come out in my sighs
Ill breath everything out for you
from asphault my hunger torwards yourself grew

I confronted the insects
I bared my secrets
I spoke of my urge
and still hid so much away from me
in corners behind your eyes
my eyebrows searing
while staring up locked in intimate gaze
and sacred expressions that make me bend
in the late evenings

She, she is a ******* of the spoken word.
Words of reassurance are given with a smile.
She does prostitution, when she sells her words for wages.
She's really a misanthropist, she likes no human beings.
At work, she sparkles and grins, all  day,a staged act.
Until her pen can play again.
She says,"there, there, it will be alright, but there are no guarantees".
Compassion pays her wages, its such a sad affair.
She rather likes her job, but wants to stay at home.
She's paid for care eternally, but her love is given free.
Livvi

Sugar baby

plaything for daddy

showers her in money

she’s his honey

Fulfills her lifestyle

widens his smile

hugs and kisses

never his mrs.

he’s paying her college fees

she’s often on her knees

has a child to feed

gives her what she needs

Is it prostitution?

or business transaction

Is either getting hurt

is it all just sport

Sugar is nice

to life adds spice

but too much can be bad for you

I hope their actions they don’t rue

Hunger is the cancer with a cure
bread lines are hiring open mouths.
The discarded pass with empty bellies,
an outstretched hand reaching for crumbs,
that never come.

Money is the panacea of poverty
prostitution wages are tax free.
When she opened her thighs
the world shifted on its axis,
AIDS was paid forward.
Play that on a Trojan commercial.

Freedom is an illusion
painted by white collars.
Section 8 homes are speakeasies
of the downtrodden.
Cardboard boxes are the architects *******,
and trash bin bonfires come calling me.

You should clean the walls
You should mop the halls
You should have an abortion
You should cause extortion
You should break his heart
You should act less smart
You should **** kitty cats
You should keep rabid rats

You should commit homicide
You should commit suicide
You should plan demonic genocide
You should hit your wife, you should stab her with a knife
You should skin your children alive
You should cover it up with lies
You should retort to prostitution
You should check into a mental institution
You should become an alcoholic
You should become a drug addict.

You should, you should, you should.

I like to say I live comfortably
in my own filth, but that's just lies.
My house is disgusting, at least in my eyes.

The ***** clothes mingle
with the clean, all stacked
on the floor, anxiously waiting
to be put away.

I avoid the dishes, like nobody's business,
trading the chore for ***.
Is that considered prostitution?
a barter of sorts,
my husband's labors for my services?

Honestly, as long as the bed
is made, I can live
in this pig-sty at least
for another day.

The bigger they are the harder they fall
That's what they say
and who could get bigger
than movie pictures
It all could be so nice
The influence could've been grand
Instead glorification of lust
Disgusting portrayal of what is
Real life stories told as it really happened
This is glorified
Hoarding, glorified
Prostitution, glorified
Drugs, glorified
Mob gangsters, glorified
Violence and gore, family favorites
Give and give to those who don't care
Clean up their mess
So they can do it again and again
Crying in self pity
Golden globes & Oscars go to the most degrading
Most disturbing images there are

Tip toe in
Stilletoes I
Make my way
To De Bananenbar to
Buy where I
Was sold

~

I thought I should explain this poem a little bit. De Bananenbar is a nightclub in the red light district in Amsterdam, hence "to buy where I was sold" is talking about prostitution, which I think should be legal everywhere. If someone wants to sell their body to someone they should be able to. If you don't like it I don't care.